Bobby Caldwell returns with a stellar R&B project that is produced by Jack Splash. Old school meets New School without any compromise. Caldwell’s voice is as smooth as ever…and it proves to be a perfect match for Splash and his modern day grooves. Splash, and his Cool Uncle, have co-created an affair of great music for the soul…proving that when it comes to great music…”We Are Family.”
There are so many things wrong with this case…some obvious…some not so obvious. One of the officers shouldn’t have been trusted with a squirt gun let alone a real weapon. The guy had emotional breakdowns during routine police training…his mental capacity for the job was deemed problematic, but the weeping wuss was allowed to join yet another department. Too weak for the burbs=strong enough for the city?
There was also reason to believe the gun wasn’t real. These officers felt so afraid of a ‘possible’ gun that they pulled right in harms way and wasted Tamir Rice within seconds.
Officers DO have a difficult job…split-second decisions and proper judgement are part of the profession that many of them eagerly sign up for. Rice’s family…along with the family of John Crawford lll, mourn the loss of their loved ones due to flawed, prejudicial judgement. The same bullshit espoused by the Nellie Olsen from Little House On The Prairie lookalike “judge” in the meme above.
They painfully realize this fact every time they witness a ‘patriot’ point a loaded assault weapon at government officials trying to collect overdue grazing fees.
They are forced to accept a privileged, elf-looking brat being exonerated from his drunk driving responsibility in the deaths of 4 people and permanent paralysis of another. The hobbit, better known as Ethan Couch, despite being 3 times the legal limit, and leaving behind unbelievable carnage…was peacefully detained and brought before the court…only to be freed by a ‘judge’ due to the newly discovered affliction ‘Affluenza’-proper judgement would not have allowed his ass to be on the run as we speak.
Rice, Crawford and countless others were never given the chance to walk or run from their respective situations. Despite NOT being armed with a real weapon like a two ton, out-of-control truck or an assault weapon…their lives…hopes and aspirations were instantly deemed readily dispensable. The real tragedy resides in the dark recesses of minds that continue to justify the killing of unarmed citizens of color in this country while defending their killers and their undeniable paranoia…pride and absolute prejudice.~Daryl~
Dear gun nuts…first of alI, I don’t give a damn about ANY of you demonic, murdering assholes.
Why should I?
You guys don’t own guns…they own you. Jesus isn’t firing bullets at babies…Jihad is not God!
You dregs of humanity would gladly bring harm, Hell and death to the lives of myself and my loved ones…for the fuck what?
Because we go to work…we go to school…we have the nerve to exist in spaces that are places you all want control of? I don’t care what cloak of craziness you guys and girls choose to wrap your worthless bodies in…it will NEVER compensate…carry…or conceal the very evil that has taken over far too many hollow souls…ENOUGH!!!!~Daryl~